I’ve been sitting here,
But the rapping of the clock
Reminds me of the way you knock
When you lean on my door while
Stirring my soul with your chains.
A thick boiling concoction of self loathing
Heaving this way and that with an evil all its own
Threatening to tear holes straight through
Letting all the light bleed out.
You give it a siren song,
A melody so sweet,
I can’t help but feel at peace.
Meanwhile over on the collaboration blog … my blog is now up!
Write for Yourself by Nitesh
Why Write? by Grabbety
It Comes with the Territory by Kelley
We’ll have more from more amazing collaborators soon!